Night was falling, and the Galaxy already hung high in the sky.
After a spring breeze blew through the night, a light rain began to fall.
Besides Su Qing, many others were attendants brought along by the noble disciples heading to the Zhengxuan Sect.
'There look to be about twenty people. Can the Immortal Master really take all of them?'
Su Qing was deeply puzzled. After all, the fellow he had fought didn't seem all that powerful.
'How could he take so many people with him? Using his own strength?'
Until...
...
Su Qing saw something that seemed to not belong in this era.
Under the cover of night, a white, metallic, hovering car appeared.
No, it wasn't quite a car.
It floated in the air, shaped like a giant bullet.
Behind it was an identical hovering vehicle, this one black.
Its surface was perfectly smooth.
It made Su Qing wonder if he'd been tricked—if he had actually traveled to the future and was living through his own Truman Show.
Then,
